03x03 - The Lucky Cat

[bunniefuu]

Seeing Wendy that morning
flicked a light on in my head.

A tiny light,

red.

It grew more and more intense,

disturbing.

I remembered everything.

My brother, Namibia,
the taxi company we were going to open,

and the girlfriends we were going to have.
But mainly, my brother.

The life we wanted was so close.

And Wendy and her friends shattered that
by firing a b*llet into him.

We can strangle her
right here, right now.

Untie me.

Let me do my job and we can leave.

Why the f*ck won't you let me go?

Why don't you just shut the f*ck up?

What?
Do you wanna take all the credit?

You want it all?

That little light
activated my shark instinct.

The shark can live peacefully
for six months in an aquarium.

But as soon as it smells blood
and gets to the sea, it has to k*ll.

Damn b*tches.

I can't walk in heels.

Honey, you're like 4'8".

If you had Rubí's legs, it'd be different.

Well,

you should've drunk
more milk when you were a kid.

- Come on.
- Come on, love. Hold on to me.

If all the rest of us can do it,
you can too. Come.

Don't look down at your feet.
Keep looking in front of you.

There, that's good.
Like that. Just like that.

A little step, then another.

- And you lean completely to the right.
- Rubí.

Yeah?

You got children?

No. At least not yet.

Hmm.

'Cause you're so maternal.

Tell me.

Guess what.

I've found the girls.

Moisés, my brother,
my f*cking guardian angel.

Where are they?

They've rented a house
just in front of a Civil Guard station.

There are two guards
at the door, but don't worry.

The three of them
have to leave at some point.

And then,

we'll get them.

Okay, listen to me.

Tell Beefcake and the others I don't want
them around drawing attention.

- This time, we do it right.
- Okay.

How are things with Darwin?

Imagine it like a f*cking honeymoon.

Two guys driving around Almería
in an RV. You can't ask for more.

Great!

Okay, girls, this is
the auxiliary regulator.

And it's important
that it's attached here.

And then the connecting tube
to the trachea, okay?

Okay, yeah.

Ah, I got it.

Okay, girls. You got this, yeah?

Okay.

Gina.

The other day didn't seem
like the right moment, but...

There's something
I can't get out of my head,

and I need to ask you about it.

Ask away.

The father of the child...

Hmm?

And what do you wanna know?

Does he know... that you're pregnant?

He does.

I told him, but he wasn't as enthusiastic
as I had hoped he would be, but...

Yeah.

Mm.

I met him at work.

Hmm.

And it was
kind of frowned upon to get pregnant.

Because of the dancing
with a big belly, you know?

Yeah.

Sure, sure.

Then you changed
your whole life for your child?

Yes.

Yes.

Toni!

C'mon, cover it.

Coming!

Okay.

Okay.

Just then, I realized
that my son was the origin of everything.

He gave me
the courage to flee an unjust life

and gave the three of us strength
to fight against those who followed us.

He gave us
the strength to fight to be free.

And after so much t*rture,
we'd finally made it.

I had a new life, soaking my feet
with my family in a swimming pool.

If my baby hadn't given me
the courage to confront Romeo,

the story would've been much different,
as it was for many girls in the club.

♪ Don't love you like I said ♪

♪ Don't think my words were deep ♪

♪ Enough to feel this way ♪

Guys, time's up now.

Brigitte.

Come to my office, please.

Okay. I'll get changed and meet you.

What the f*ck are you gonna wear? A suit?

You work naked.
You can talk to your boss naked.

Come on, honey.

This bikini is so cute.

Raise your arms.

Oh, you're so swollen.

- You're obviously pregnant, you dimwit.
- Romeo, I didn't know.

A client tied me up, and I couldn't see.
I didn't see him take off the condom.

You didn't feel it?

- No.
- You're a professional, Brigitte.

So you know
you should have a p*ssy sensitive enough

to realize if you're being f*cked
without a condom or not.

Your health depends on it.

I swear to you.
I never thought that this could happen.

Come on, sit down. Come on. My God.

Romeo, I will pay the whole debt.

After the kid is born,
I'll pay everything I owe you, really.

And when the baby is born,

do I take it home
and feed it while you work at the club?

No, we could put
a little cradle in the round bed.

No, honey. It's just not possible.

- You'll get an ab*rtion.
- No. No, no, no, no, please.

- I can't. I'm against it.
- Okay.

And I've been pregnant for a while now.
I'm already five months along.

The baby is big!

That's why we can't go to the hospital.

We'll do it here.

- No.
- Yes, honey.

We have an OR downstairs for these cases.

You're not the first irresponsible girl
we've had. Hmm?

Besides, do you really wanna have
the baby of some guy who bought you?

I escaped
from the club to save my son's life.

And in doing it,

he saved me.

What's up, assholes?

You look so formal
on this video call.

Hey, do you want a fried egg or anything?

No, sweetheart.

Thanks a lot.

My pleasure, Romeo.

You've been there for a week.
What d'you got?

They rarely come out.
And the three never do at once.

Well, they'll come out.
To eat, to swim, to dance... Whatever.

They order in food
every f*cking day

from an oriental restaurant
in the town over.

Coral goes out the most.
She's changed, Romeo.

She has a new haircut,
wears a velvet eye patch...

- Velvet?
- Yeah, blood-red.

What a b*tch.
She has good taste in eye patches. f*ck.

Where does she go?

To take cakes
to the bakery they have.

Bakery? They're bakers now?

It's a front, Romeo,
to launder your money.

They make cakes and bread,

and then they take the money to the bank,
rounding it up with your money.

That's how they do it.

She's so smart.

- Well, she went to university, right?
- She thinks she's got it all planned.

The money you made selling their holes
is now coming back to them.

Uh, did I just get that right?

It's kind of divine justice, right?

Do you believe in karma?
Or what do you call it?

We call it "three fugitive b*tches
stealing money from their pimp."

And that's what's gonna get 'em k*lled.

I really like this guy. He's good.

Well, what I'll do is get into that house

and put a b*llet into each of their heads.

And if that other girl is there
or those two guys that come in,

six b*ll*ts. I mean, f*ck it.

We're 20 meters away from the Civil Guard.

You can't do that.

Do you know what this is?

A sil*ncer.

Do you know what it's for? To silence.
Or else, it wouldn't be called that.

All right, calm down. We're not
that desperate. We'll wait ten days.

Let's see if karma is on our side.

The three of them might leave together.

Hey,
where the f*ck are you going?

Shopping.

What the f*ck is this?

I'm gonna place
a camera in the girls' house.

Take that off.

Are you going
to the bakers' house?

Yeah.

- They said you disrespected them.
- What?

Every time you take food,
you check them out.

And you act like an as*h*le.

Mm. No, no, not at all. I...

- Are they lying? Are they lying, then?
- No, I just deliver...

What?

Uh...

I guess not. It's just that I...

Look.

Let's do something here.
Every time you take them an order,

you smile.

- Okay.
- You don't say anything.

Don't look at their t*ts.
Don't look at their t*ts, man.

And bring a present.

A little present every day.

- What do you have? You got a key ring?
- Hmm.

- No, no, they don't give us anything.
- sh*t, what a crappy delivery service.

Let me see if I can help.

Take this.

Don't tell the girls about this.

Yeah, of course.

I wanna ask one of 'em out.

But I'm taking my time.

- Well, good luck to you, then.
- All right. Go.

You pat him on the back
and give him a present?

That's not it.

It's to spy
so we know when they're leaving.

And what happens if we m*rder them?

What will the police do when they discover
the camera inside the cat?

They'll go for the boy.

And what will he say? That some moron
gave it to him on the side of the road.

And what will the police do then?

They'll trace all phones
that were in the area recently.

And what happens when they realize
one phone made lots of calls in Tenerife?

Specifically, to the pimp
they escaped from six months ago.

You're putting me in danger, you as*h*le.

What the f*ck?

What are you doing?

It's okay.

Shh.

Let him go.

No. I'm not letting him go
because he knows what we look like.

For him, we're two strangers
in this place.

- That right?
- No, no, no...

- You're normal guys. Tourists.
- Fine. Get out.

No. Don't move.

He's Moisés, and I'm Darwin.
And no, we're not tourists.

We're hitmen
from the Club Las Novias in Tenerife.

And we're here to k*ll those three bakers

that were prostit*tes
before they ran away.

And before they put
a b*llet in his little brother.

Christian, wasn't it?

Rest in peace.

And now you may leave.

He...

But he told me I could go now.

Well, now you can't.

- No, don't do anything to me, please.
- Shh. Shh.

Hey!

Have you seen my glass cutter?

Here it is.

Look at it. I found it.

Why aren't you Chinese?

Come again?

You work at a Chinese restaurant, no?

- It... Oh, oh, yeah, yeah.
- So why, then?

Mm, because, well,
it's an older family, and...

- They have just one son and...
- Mm-hmm.

And I help them a lot because I know
all the towns on the coast and then, um...

So you wanna be Chinese?

No.

Yeah.

I don't know.
I really don't care. I...

Come here.

No, no, please.

- No, no. No, please don't. Please don't.
- Shh.

- Please don't.
- Put your head in.

I promise I won't say anything.

I'll just leave, and I won't tell anyone.
I won't say anything.

If you don't go in there,
I'll put your head in myself.

Without your body.

Careful.

Mm, slowly.

A little collar made of foil

so the radiation
doesn't leak out the sides here.

We don't want it to reach me.

Mm, let's tape this down here.

What do you prefer,

medium or high?

I was never mean
to the girls there. I swear...

Okay, then. High.

You tell me everything that happens,
exactly as it happens.

Oh, it burns.
Yeah, it burns. Oh, it burns. Ah!

- What else?
- My tongue is swelling!

What the f*ck did you do?

It takes 34 seconds for a human head
to explode in a microwave.

On high.

- Do we have any cleaners?
- What kind of brainless as*h*le are you?

You cooked his f*cking head to death.

Why would you t*rture him
when he did nothing?

To k*ll him.

What do you care how I do it?

You should have shot him.

But you wouldn't do it.

The difference between us
is that I enjoy what I do.

I'm an artist.

My deaths are artistic.

And you have to enjoy it
because otherwise, this job will k*ll you.

I think I told you that.

And then,
I realized I was the loser in this story.

- And cut.
- Oh!

- Yeah! Whoo!
- Oh, no.

I used to do it
to save my brother.

And now I was saving that piece of sh*t
that didn't deserve to be saved.

Since the beginning
of this story, things had changed for me.

But they had changed for the worse.

- Going to bed?
- Yeah.

- Me too.
- And Coral was worse off too.

Night.

That night,
seeing her taking drugs in secret

and dancing alone in an empty room,

I saw her life was no party.

And I saw myself in her indulgence.

We were both united
by a miserable life we couldn't escape.

So I guess,
in the end, we were the losers...

...together,

but separated by a screen.

And then,
despite my unstoppable urge to k*ll her,

I started feeling
an immense tenderness for her.

Good morning.

Daddy is here with breakfast.

Hmm.

Good morning, guys.

- Did you sleep well?
- Yes, we did.

- We've been up for a bit.
- Did you make coffee? Thanks.

I need some.

I love that robe. Hey, love.

- Oh, this is nice.
- Mm.

There's more sugar here
if you want.

- It's okay.
- Put a bit.

What's this, my love?

Champagne for... breakfast?

I like Toni.

This is to celebrate
your baptism of the sea, ladies.

Forecast is good for Saturday.
Don't worry, you can do this.

It's a simple dive,
12, 15 meters at the most.

I'll take you somewhere amazing.

A submerged wreck
15 miles off the island of San Andrés.

- It'll blow your fricking mind.
- Yeah, amazing.

- Yes, sir. I'll have a glass.
- You're going to be experts.

Now it's time.

- Moisés.
- Romeo, the girls are going out on a boat.

We'll have them
15 miles off the coast on Saturday.

All three.

That's wonderful.

A m*ssacre at sea.

What a finale for us.